Chapter 63

A Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up. Harry remembered Neville showing it to him while coming to the pitch.

"Give that here, Malfoy," said Ron Weasley quietly, and everyone stopped talking to watch. Malfoy smiled nastily. Harry frowned. He wanted to help the Malfoy heir, but he wasn't making it easy to like him.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find," he said, "How about...up a tree?"

Deciding that this was getting a bit too much, Harry intervened, "Malfoy, can I talk with you for a second. Privately?"

That brought Malfoy to an immediate and stuttering halt. Shooting a dirty look at the Weasley, he walked over to Harry before saying in a low tone, "If you're going to tell me to give this back to Longbottom then you-"

Harry cut him off.

"I have no intention of telling you to do anything Heir Malfoy. I intend to simply inform you what is going to happen if you choose to bully Heir Longbottom and flaunt the school rules in such a public manner. With these many students as a witness, not even your father will be able to prevent your removal from this school. Thievery is grounds for expulsion after all. So, if you choose to continue what you were doing, not only will you be disgracing the name of the House of Malfoy, but you will also be adversely affecting your own life. I say this not as a warning, but as advice to a potential ally," Harry said with the practiced clipped tone he'd learned from years of living with Aunt Petunia.

Malfoy was hesitating. Harry almost had him.

"If you have any worries of harming your reputation, don't worry. Just give the artifact to me and I will pass it on to Heir Longbottom," Harry said in a gentler tone.

With the final assurance of his reputation remaining safe, the situation was quickly resolved.

Draco gave the Remembrall to him and went off towards the Slytherins to calm them down. Later on the way back to the castle, Harry met a Gryffindor to hand over the Remembrall to give to Neville. On a whim, he observed the guy as he took the Remembrall.

Dean Thomas

Lv-4

HP-200/200

MP-125/125

Race-Wizard

Str-4

Vit-5

Dex-5

Int-7

Wis-6

Luc-5

Dean Thomas is a half-blood son of Jonathon Wright and Marie Corsaw. He grew up with his mother and stepfather until, at age eleven, he was accepted into Hogwarts. He possesses a good heart and loves his stepsisters.

"Johnathon Wright," Harry muttered as he saw the werewolf's name on the description.

This was his son! He'd found him!

The Astronomy classroom was a tower with the best view of the night sky, a massive model of the planets rotating inside the classroom and a roof that opened up to reveal the beautiful night sky. Harry had tried to listen to the lesson, but it mostly involved memorizing charts and planets. Although Professor Sinistra promised that the subject would get pretty interesting by the next class, he couldn't help but feel grossly underwhelmed. So, Harry quickly memorized the planets and charts with his Gamer's Mind and sat through most of the class thinking about the letter with yellowing edges that lay in his inventory.

That night, after the extraordinarily long and overstretched Astronomy class, Harry had something to ask Hedwig when she came back through the windows into the dorms after everyone else had fallen asleep.

"Girl, can you flame this letter to a guy in the Gryffindor dorms? I'd really like this to not be seen getting delivered," Harry asked, explaining his problem and showing the white phoenix the letter from John the werewolf.

The phoenix looked at the letter before chirping a dejected negative.

Harry sighed.

Of course she couldn't. Harry had specifically forbidden her from exploring Hogwarts on her own. He'd been worried about what'd happen if she was caught. So she'd been off all week exploring places all outside Hogwarts. That had been necessary, but now it was proving to be very inconvenient.

Both boy and bird settled down, thinking about how to tackle the problem. After a few minutes of deliberation, Hedwig suddenly let out an excited little chirp and promptly took off with a flap of her wings, diving out the window and into the night sky outside.

Harry stared at the window, wondering what had happened when suddenly she flew right back in. And she was not alone. Behind her flew in a red feathered golden tailed phoenix. The two phoenixes played around in the air for a minute before alighting back onto Harry's bed.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Harry turned from the red-plumed phoenix back to his own white one, who was looking at him confused. A strange little itch was starting to build up in his gut.

"Trrrwwweeeeee?" Hedwig trilled, confused.

"Hedwig," Harry muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I swear to you that if this is some sort of boyfriend that you've picked up, we are going to be having some serious words-"

"I'm afraid that is not even close to the truth Mr. Potter."

Harry looked up and stared at the red flaming bird. The voice had no doubt come from it, but its mouth…beak...it hadn't even moved. There had to be some sort of Mind Arts involved.

"What in the- wait a minute, did you just speak?"

"Indeed, Mr. Potter. And while I am glad to see young Hedwig has the protection of such a dedicated guardian, she will not be needing said protection from myself. I am but a humble friend of hers. And to answer your unasked question, yes. Hedwig will be able to speak to you. It will take her some more time to fully learn your language. Perhaps by next autumn, if she pays attention."

"Well," Harry muttered apologetically, "I suppose I…shouldn't have jumped to conclusions."

"Trrreeewweeeeee!" Hedwig pecked him right on his head.

"OW! Calm down you crazy bird! Fine! Sorry! Sorry, what's your name again-Fawkes? I'm sorry Fawkes!"

"It's quite fine Mr. Potter. You two do remind me quite a bit of Albus and me in our younger days. Always bickering. Always overprotective. Now, the young one said you wished a letter delivered anonymously. If that is so, then I assure you that there is no bird that knows this castle as well as myself." Fawkes puffed up his chest. Clearly, he was quite proud of the fact.

"Er…yes. Do you know where Dean Thomas is? I need this delivered to him. Anonymously if possible."

"Dean Thomas eh? Gryffindor, if I remember correctly. Well, no fears sir! The tower of Gryffindor is a place I'm well acquainted with. And Hedwig did request that I keep this a secret from my human partner as well. I assure you that I shall be quite discreet."

Harry nodded and held out the letter for Fawkes to take. The phoenix grabbed the yellowing letter from Harry's hands and flamed away.

"Wait a second. Did he say, Albus? As in Albus Dumbledore?" Harry asked, staring at the spot from which the bird had disappeared. Receiving no reply from his companion, he turned around to face the furious bird who was staring at her shiny sharp claws with a terrifying glint in her eyes.

The only reason that night the entire dorm didn't wake up due to the fierce fighting between the two friends was because of the silencing curtains on the beds.

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